Thoughts On Camping

Crocheting by the light of a campfire might not be a good idea.  Unless, that is, you don't mind that the top half of your handcrafted market bag will be inside out...

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It might sound pretty to hear the rain drumming rhythmically on the roof of your tent trailer EVERY SINGLE NIGHT; but it sure does make for some muddy mornings.  In my opinion, drought conditions are underrated.

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At some point during an 8-day family camping trip, you might get the urge to sit alone in the car and eat a vanilla sandwich cookie (or two).  Go with that feeling.  You've earned it.

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Apparently, New York State does not have any insect population to speak of.  In 8 days of living in the great outdoors, I received one (count it, ONE) mosquito bite.  Meanwhile, back at home, I will be drained of blood by myriad biting insects merely by having the temerity to stand on my front stoop for 5 minutes. 

In other words, I'm moving.

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Be still, my heart!

At Glimmerglass State Park campground (our second stop), there can be found the Holy Grail of camping.  That's right - CLEAN BATHROOMS.  I could have wept with joy.

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You can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl.  I'll have you know that I was NOT the only woman using a hair iron in the campground bathroom.

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Want to feel like Rip Van Winkle? Or, say, George Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life - that scene where he is running madly through Pottersville, searching desperately for the town he knows and loves?  Take your kids to visit your alma mater, a place you haven't seen in 25 years.  Everything will be weirdly familiar, yet completely different -- particularly that middle-aged self you are dragging up the steep hills on campus.

A quarter of a century is a long time, folks - a very long time...



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